I can't control what you see or how you interpret what you see any more than I can control what you think of me.
If God saved my life, why didn't he save their lives? Is my life so much more valuable? So I'm special... and they'renot?
And in weeping there was power. The power to heal, the power to release pain and let go, the power to endure love and to shoulder loss. And as the weeks became months, I cried less and smiled more. An...
We can't escape ourselves, Tag. Here, there, half-way across the world, or in a psych ward in Salt Lake City. I'm Moses and you're Tag. And that part never changes. So either we figure it out here or...
If God makes all our faces, did he laughwhen he made me?